Ah, travel stories. I remember this one time, when we were at Harvard, Bruce and I decided to take the bus to New York City for a weekend. It's not a far trip, it's pretty scenery -- and it beats trying to drive into the city.
So everything was fine -- until this person gets on the bus with half a dozen balloons,
including a motion-activated foil balloon that played "Happy Birthday" whenever it was tapped.
Which was always. Because we were on a fucking
bus.
Eventually the driver made the person lock the balloons in the bathroom, but every time the door open, it was more 8-bit birthday wishes.
Not ideal.
So! Does anyone else have a crazy-annoying travel story? I want to know who can beat my balloons!
[Bruce Banner]I'd ask you if you remembered that story, but I can't imagine you could forget it. Unless you've like, repressed it.